Chapter 191: Final Battle—Absolute Domination from a Six-Figure Item!
"So the desert crocodile's actually crawled out of that desolate kingdom?"
A finely crafted mechanical puppet spoke, its mouth opening and closing.
Blocked in his path, Crocodile frowned upon hearing the familiar voice. "Heavenly Yaksha?"
Fufufufufu…
The puppet let out Doflamingo's trademark laugh. "That's right, sand crocodile. Want to team up?"
"Garp and Mihawk are still in revival. That just leaves Dragon. If we work together, we're guaranteed to get the Soul Reaper's first kill reward."
The Soul Reaper continued to spread deathly Yin energy, deepening the shadowy aura across the Island of Death. The interference from the Yin aura extended players' revival times.
Anywhere from several to dozens of minutes.
The stronger the player, the longer the wait.
Fang Yi could've resolved the issue—but he didn't.
Because this would keep players from obsessing over infighting.
Increasing death penalties was a subtle way to redirect attention toward cooperation.
He made sure not to mention how the rewards would be split.
"No need."
Crocodile sneered arrogantly and continued chasing the fleeing Straw Hats. "I have more important things to do."
He didn't expect—
The mechanical puppet to match his speed and keep up. "Crocodile, nothing in this sea is more important than the Reincarnation Game. Clearly, you haven't realized how powerful the Game Merchant truly is."
Normally,
Doflamingo wouldn't waste time convincing a fool like Crocodile.
But with part of his puppet army destroyed by Garp, he couldn't face the Wind Dragon-blooded Revolutionary leader alone.
The Marines were out—they'd already been crushed.
Crocodile, recently arrived, was the ideal partner.
Like Doflamingo, he had once tried to steal the Kingdom of Alabasta and had the capital to power-level in an instant.
Together, they could overpower Monkey D. Dragon.
"You're the fool, Crocodile!"
While still entangled in battle with Dragon, Doflamingo gritted his teeth as one of his puppets—worth thousands of reward points—was shattered.
"Heavenly Yaksha, the Revolutionary Army must win. Sorry!"
Covered in dragon scales, Dragon panted heavily. Streams of wind hissed from his mouth like sharp blades.
"Damn it."
With a puppet destroyed, part of Doflamingo's formation collapsed. He could no longer hold off Dragon.
His eyes widened in rage as he watched Dragon break through the [Puppet Mechanism Formation] and launch like an arrow toward the Soul Reaper.
"Marines!"
"We also must win!"
A massive hand formed of purple-red smoke suddenly grabbed Dragon mid-flight.
Zzzzzzz—
Cloaked in wind-element armor, Dragon tried to force his way through the grip, relying on his powerful defense.
But the swirling wind elements, which usually dispersed damage, visibly corroded under the toxic influence.
Then, even his dragon-scaled skin began to melt and burn at an alarming rate.
"Such terrifying poison!"
In Impel Down, Warden Magellan watched via Den Den Mushi, dumbfounded while sitting on the toilet.
He himself had eaten the Poison-Poison Fruit.
His entire body fluids, even his breath, were highly toxic—potent enough to melt solid stone.
But...
The poison unleashed by Smoker startled even him.
Especially the unfamiliar red variant—it resembled fire?
It looked even stronger and stranger than the venom from his own Devil Fruit.
Smoker only had the Smoke-Smoke Fruit…
Magellan felt a pang of frustration. I'm the actual poison user here. What the hell is this guy doing?
"Dragon, you have no chance of winning. I've been reborn."
Smoker's overwhelming appearance reignited the Navy's morale.
Toxic mist.
Purple-red smoke engulfed the ground, deliberately avoiding any Marine-occupied zones.
The pirates caught in the fog felt like they were being soaked in acid—dissolving rapidly.
"Damn Navy!"
Some pirates activated defensive skills, only to watch their energy barriers corrode in seconds. Panic set in.
Tens of thousands of players—yes, some had toxic builds.
At first,
those with high poison resistance didn't pay it much mind… until they realized something was wrong.
Even with their resistance, Smoker's fog was draining their HP at terrifying speed.
Flame-Toxin!
Toxicology experts among the players identified it quickly. This wasn't just poison—it had a special property.
"Captain Smoker!"
The Marines of Loguetown roared with excitement.
With so many pirates being wiped out, the pressure on the Marines vanished, and they even began to rally and counterattack.
One man changed the tide.
Even Dragon had to admit—Smoker now had the qualifications to stand before him.
"He bought his way to Admiral-level power… Just how far can the Game Merchant go?"
The Reincarnation Game's unexpected capabilities made Sengoku all the more resolute.
To back Smoker and Garp, he'd defied the World Government, severed ties with the Celestial Dragons, and spent the Navy's operating budget.
With such a heavy investment, he had to see a huge return.
Dragon slowly shook his head, his face expressionless. "You're not my match."
Smoker had grown stronger,
likely investing tens of thousands of reward points into his poison build.
But it wasn't enough…
Dragon carried the [Lesser Wind Dragon Bloodline], a high-tier lineage priced at 170,000 reward points.
Until now, Dragon had never gone all-out.
Why? Because his four core stats couldn't sustain the backlash of activating his dragon bloodline at full power for long.
If he had gone all-in earlier, he might've defeated Garp, Doflamingo, and Mihawk—
But they'd simply spend points to revive, while he'd be too drained to recover.
Now, everything had changed.
The Yin energy across the Island of Death had extended revival times.
Garp and Mihawk had clashed and were both out. That left only Smoker and the opportunistic Doflamingo.
Dragon had no reason to hold back now.
"Are all Revolutionaries this arrogant?"
Smoker clenched his fists,
madly circulating his internal energy and Venomous Blood, pouring it into the spreading toxic fog.
The poisonous mist around him seemed to come alive, surging together until it formed three massive, vicious-looking heads behind him.
Toxic Dragons!
In the prison toilet of Impel Down,
Magellan sat frozen in disbelief. He thought he was hallucinating.
He rubbed his eyes, and when he saw Smoker's move clearly, he slammed a fist into the bathroom wall, leaving a massive dent.
"No way, Captain Smoker..."
Magellan was dumbfounded. "Your move is called Toxic Dragon? Then what am I supposed to be?"
He stared at the screen with dead eyes.
Around Smoker's three toxic smoke dragons, burning clouds of flame circled.
Just by appearances, his own Poison-Poison Fruit version of the move now looked like a cheap knockoff.
Magellan stared at the nimble, coiling toxic dragons on screen with a sour expression.
Good looks don't mean good power, he tried to tell himself.
The dragons opened their bloody jaws, and, together with Smoker's descending charge, roared as they dove toward the Revolutionary leader on the ground.
BOOM!
The ground shook.
A tide of toxic mist flooded half the Island of Death, its overwhelming power no less than the clash between Garp and Mihawk.
At the heart of the ghost city,
the terrain transformed into a poisonous wasteland. Smoke-laced fire poison evaporated in clouds, forming a deadly toxic sea.
But still—
Magellan clung to the last shred of pride, gripping the wall with a trembling fist.
Even if your poison is stronger… I'm the real Poison-Poison Fruit user!
...
The toxic mist cleared.
When Smoker saw what stood at the center of the poison sea, his expression darkened.
A figure stood steadily in place.
Even after unleashing an ultimate attack packed with extreme toxins,
he hadn't forced the man to take a single step.
"I said it before—this battle ends with the Revolutionary Army's victory."
Dragon had completely transformed.
A green dragon tail dragged behind him, his body covered in scales, with two horns sprouting from his forehead. He stood in a half-dragon, half-human form.
No one had expected the Revolutionary leader to stand so calmly in the middle of that poisonous wasteland.
Even Sengoku wasn't confident he could survive those three toxic dragons.
"The Revolutionary Army must be eradicated!"
Sengoku felt a tinge of regret.
He should have sealed off all access to the Trial Tower the moment the Game Merchant appeared. If the Navy had monopolized the Reincarnation Game early, they could've reshaped the seas completely.
—
In the New World, Onigashima.
Emperor Kaido, sake gourd in hand, stared at the Den Den Mushi screen in a daze. "Did my tolerance get worse?"
As far as he knew, he was the only one with the Fish-Fish Fruit, Mythical Type: Azure Dragon.
So where did this Revolutionary guy come from?
"Toxic Dragon… I might be able to take it."
Kaido, bleary-eyed with drink, sounded unsure.
Against Magellan's poison, he could bathe in it like a hot spring.
But this white-haired Marine's toxic dragons felt different. He wasn't sure if he could walk away unscathed like Dragon had.
After all—
his defense wasn't invincible. Even the special Ryuo Haki from Wano could hurt him.
Kaido stood up, saying, "Fetch Jack. Tell him to hold down Onigashima. I'm going to the East Blue."
No one dared to object.
As Wano's "Protector King" and the Governor of the Beasts Pirates, Kaido roaming freely was a security nightmare.
But no one said a word.
Everyone knew—even the crew—if Kaido felt offended, he'd kill without hesitation.
...
BOOM.
Dragon vanished from where he stood.
In an instant, Smoker's chest exploded open, and he was blasted backward by a colossal force.
A narrow crack tore across the ghost city, splitting buildings as Smoker was flung through them.
Pfft.
He clutched his chest, gasping for breath as blood poured from his mouth.
One move.
He hadn't even seen it coming.
What... what was that?
"Dragon form?... He's out of control again."
Ivankov, glowing with holy light to resist the poison, sighed.
Dragon Blood.
An incredibly dangerous force.
Even in high-tier magical worlds full of Grand Mages and Saint-level knights, dragons were apex beings.
Even a newly hatched dragon could wipe out the Pirate World.
The source of their power? Blood.
Dragon speech, dragon magic, bloodline inheritance, true names—
all embedded within their very DNA.
Unlike Kaido's fruit, which only boosted physical stats…
Dragon's half-dragon form came from his bloodline's forced awakening.
The strength boosts were merely side effects.
The true threat came from the dragon power within that blood.
"Toxic Mist Giant: Flame Judgement!"
Smoker growled, voice deep.
Pushing his body to the limit, he unleashed his internal energy, weaving layer after layer of toxic fog.
A skeleton-like giant formed behind him, flames burning crimson and curling skyward like a tower of judgment.
It looked like a general from the heavens—armored, ominous—or a demon from hell.
Back in Impel Down, Magellan finally lost all composure.
Seriously, Smoker? You couldn't be a little more original? Why are all your moves my moves?!
He pounded his chest like a furious gorilla.
"My toxic giant could evaporate an ocean! You think he can stop that?!"
Surrounded by the flaming toxic giant,
Smoker quickly downed two health potions to patch up his shattered chest.
Half-dragon form?
Even if Dragon's physique had been boosted like a Mythical Zoan,
he'd still have to break through this toxic colossus.
But fire-toxin and Venomous Blood at their limit—
No living being could withstand it.
Just a single brush of it would dissolve any flesh completely.
Dragon hadn't moved after striking him down. He had watched Smoker drink the potions.
That hesitation alone told Smoker his giant had instilled fear—even in Dragon.
"Give it up, Dragon!"
Smoker staggered to his feet and marched forward with the giant.
The fire-toxin behind him was so potent, just the gusts stirred by the giant's steps caused nearby players to melt.
"I can't hold this state for long, so this ends now."
From beginning to end,
Dragon's expression hadn't changed—even when faced with this monstrosity.
His pupils were narrow and reptilian, glowing faintly green.
A sudden wave of power surged from him.
Every player on the Island of Death felt a chill deep in their soul.
It was as if they had returned to a primal state—
as if every cell in their body realized one thing:
They were prey.
And a predator was near.
"Wind Dragon Incantation: Black Tempest!"
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